Novel & Cerita Mientras Haya Vida Hay Esperanza

You're nodding your head. It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true; it's called Life. You've got to dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's heaven on earth. But most of all, you need to forget about it, do not be a prisoner of your fate, for you cannot change it. One thing that I cannot change is how I am feeling inside; apart from wanting to give up, I need, I feel that I am holding on to hope and fate, that are but merely two words designed to make you believe in small things such as miracles.

"I want to be with you forever and ever. We are meant to be together. this life is for you if you are not there, this life has no meaning. I will I would love to die without you" "Ryan" she keep her hand on his mouth "This is true, hope. I will die without you. Please forget all this, freaking world status and about other's "I promise I will fight whatever is bothering you. I will make you happy. You are my happiness, hope i swear there has no meaning for my life without you"

Family. There. Was. Only. Light. Only. Life. Only. Hope. And that. Was. Enough. For now.

Not weakness. Hope.

I would survive this. I didn’t know how. I didn’t know if it was even possible. But I would not give up. Because hope, no matter how small, was the only thing that could not be taken away. And I still had hope. Even now. Even here.

I looked up at him, my vision blurred with tears. "Why? Why do we keep going? What’s the point? I'm just so damn tired!!" Ben’s eyes softened, and for a moment, I saw something in him that I hadn’t seen before. "Because we’re still here Maya," he said quietly. "And as long as we’re still here, there’s still hope. For us. For the people we care about. For whatever’s left of this world." I stared at him, my heart aching with the weight of his words. Hope. It seemed like such a fragile thing, so easily broken, so easily lost. But maybe, just maybe, it was all we had left.

A spark of something forward-moving. Hope.

Not with instinct. With a voice. A tiny voice. Clear. Ancient. And impossibly alive. "Hope."

“Not everyone gets to meet a rock star. Maybe it’s a sign.” “A sign of what?” “That you need something exciting in your life.” “I already have enough excitement—broken bones, crying patients, and caffeine.” “Still,” Audrey said softly, “you work too much. You should let yourself feel something once in a while. You deserve it.” Eva smiled, though her eyes stayed on the rain-streaked window. “Maybe.. someday.” “Promise me you’ll try,” Audrey said. “Try to live, not just work.” “Sure,” Eva replied.

Growing despite everything. Like us. Growing despite everything. Because that is what living things do. What humans do. What families do. They grow. Even in frozen ground. Even after terrible nights. Even when everything seems impossible. They grow. Always. Forever. Toward light. Toward warmth. Toward hope. Real hope. Human hope. The kind that blooms eventually. If you just wait long enough. Just keep trying long enough. Just keep planting long enough. It blooms. Always blooms. Forever blooms.